When I first heard the quiet tune of the mountain temples and forests, I heard it again. The fragrance of the Buddha was slowly offering fragrance. This heavy and lingering fragrance was a gift from Baihuajun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in the fourth year of Daxing. It was unique to Mo Curie in the entire Northern Wei Dynasty.

The ink-colored pupils shrank slightly, Jiang Xuanjin frowned, and took out another letter from Sun Qing to sniff it.

No, the letter paper that I took in was not long ago. Under normal circumstances, it would not be so permeable by the fragrance in the room.

Unless the letter paper is always in this room.

His fingers slowly froze on the letter paper. Jiang Xuanjin lowered his eyes and looked at the two letters in front of him seriously and slowly. A thought flashed through his mind, and he denied it with certainty.

It is impossible, Danyang is dead, this is her handwriting, and she can only write it before her death.

If someone deliberately imitates it, he can tell it at a glance.

But...how to explain this fragrance?

His mind, which had always been sober, was actually a little confused at the moment. He shook his head and pinched his eyebrows hard.

Cheerful footsteps sounded outside the door.

Jiang Xuanjin came back to his senses, stuffed the two letters into his sleeves, turned around and raised his eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing there?" She came in and smiled and pulled him, frowned again, "Why are your hands so cold?"

The soft fingers penetrated into his fingers and held him tightly. The man in front of him was in a good mood. He stroked his thumb and said with a curved eyebrow: "When your ink treasure is framed, I will hang it in this room. Let's see which lady from the house dares to come to the door in the future!"

As he said that, he held his hand and gestured to the beam of the partition: "Just hang it here!"

Jiang Xuanjin slowly tightened his hand, holding her back without answering.

"What?" I realized something was wrong, Huaiyu blinked at him, "Are you really angry?"

"No."

"What's wrong? His face was a little ugly." He looked at his forehead with concern, and Huaiyu muttered, "Don't get sick again, it's just right that the injury is. Our Moju is almost turning into a pharmacy."

He closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. When he looked up again, Jiang Xuanjin returned to normal and whispered: "Is it okay to give me a piece of calligraphy?"

"Ah?" Huaiyu was stunned and struggled quickly, "Didn't you say I can't write?"

"I'll teach you." Jiang Xuanjin stubbornly pulled her towards the desk, and said, "You can just write a few simple ones."

Except for "one", no other word is simple.

Li Huaiyu shook his head repeatedly, half-story and half-held him, and said coquettishly: "Your handwriting looks good, it's okay to write it to me, but I can't write it, so I'm laughing at it if I write it. Besides, there is only a place where calligraphy and paintings are hanging. I'll give it to you, where will you put it?"

Jiang Xuanjin frowned: "You don't want to?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's...oh!" Huaiyu twitched his mouth, and grabbed his hand and started to play tricks, "I'm so sleepy, look at what time it's already."

The moon is on the top and it is time to go to bed long ago.

The man in front of him pursed his lips slightly, looking a little unhappy.

Huaiyu coaxed him softly with a temperless voice: "Don't be angry. Although you are angry and charming, you still look better when you smile. Is it good to sleep? Is there anything I have to keep and talk about tomorrow."

Her neck was hugged by her. Her face was very close to her. When she looked up, she could see her doting almond eyes.

Jiang Xuanjin lowered her eyes, reached out to support her waist, and was silent for a long time before whispering: "Go to sleep."

"I'll wear a loose dress for you!" I was secretly glad to fool you again, and Huaiyu stretched out his claws toward his clothes with a smile.

The next morning.

Jiang Xuanjin went to court, and Huaiyu had nothing to do, so he asked Qingshi to find a squid and embroidered the font on his head.

"Ao!"

The black hair stood beside him, and he was no longer surprised to hear the sound, so he just calmly vomited a number: "Five."

The fifth time I got my hand, Huaiyu was so angry that she grabbed the veil and threw it on the ground: "This thing is indeed not suitable for me!"

When I was a child, any nanny in the palace dared to let her learn to learn embroidery female worker. She always wanted to use needles to chase people out of the three palace paths! Who dared to let her take this Lao Shi's embroidery needle?

But... thinking about Jiang Xuanjin's unhappy expression last night, she gritted her teeth and bent down to pick up the handkerchief.

The eyes of the black-haired man were extremely complicated: "Things you can give away."

Others are embroidery, but this highness is pricking flesh at all.

"Don't he want to write?" Huai Yu said angrily, "I can't write, I always embroider."

It’s ugly, but she embroidered two more layers, so she can always see the strokes of the characters clearly, right?

After poking it a few random times, Huaiyu picked up the handkerchief and looked at it. Shang Suan nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to embroider.

"The palace banquet in mid-August is coming soon." Qingsi whispered, "You can still enjoy the moon in the palace this year."

Thinking of this, Huaiyu's eyes lit up: "It just so happened that the things in Mingshan Palace should be destroyed. Keep it there, and maybe something will go wrong at any time."

"You're going to get it?" Qingsi frowned, and his expression was very disagreeable.

"Only I can follow Ziyang Jun into the palace. Who else can do this?" Huaiyu chuckled, "Without the eldest princess, Lu Jing can't walk the palace, and Han Xiao and the others don't even recognize the way to Mingshan Palace."

The "Princess Princess" who could sit on a table in the past has now become disastrous. She doesn't have to bother them any longer if she can do anything herself.

Looking at the blue-haired expression beside her, Huaiyu comforted her: "You don't have to be too nervous. Mingshan Palace is a cold palace. No one goes there at all on weekdays. Even if I go to dig through the ground, no one will notice it."

She said so, and Qingshi stopped persuading her, and just lowered her eyes and stood quietly.

With two letters supporting evidence and Sun Qing’s confession, Jiang Xuanjin went to the Prime Minister’s Mansion with Liu Yunlie, hoping to confront Qi Han in person.

However, the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Office actually said: "Unfortunately, the master received the imperial order the day before yesterday and went to Dongjun to inspect it. I may have to return in a few days."

When did they go? Liu Yunlie was confused and Jiang Xuanjin frowned. They didn't hear the news. They didn't see anyone in the court these two days. They thought Qi Han was on vacation, but who knew he had left Beijing!

"What should I do?" Liu Yunlie asked.

What else can I do? Jiang Xuanjin turned around and left.

If you can't question it, you can only wait for Qi Han to return to Beijing. The evidence is complete, and you are not afraid of waiting for a longer time.

When I returned to Tingwei Mansion, I passed several newly opened shops, and the sound of firecrackers rang throughout the street, and there were many onlookers.

Jiang Xuanjin took a look and was a little curious: "The three families opened together at the same time?"

Liu Yunlie was not surprised: "Lu Ji's shop has always been like this, and they have a strong momentum for each other, and the people are happy to watch the fun."

Lu Ji? Jiang Xuanjin narrowed his eyes: "Lu Jingxing?"

"Who else besides him?" Liu Yunlie shook his head with his hands behind his back, "His business is getting bigger and bigger. He thought he could suppress him with no support from the eldest princess. Who knew that this man was very cunning and gave up several shops to avoid the troubles of the government. He opened it here again."

If he had to run it for another two years, this half of Kyoto would probably fall into his hands.

Fireworks ignited by firecrackers filled half the street. Jiang Xuanjin looked coldly and saw the plaque with red silk. Lu Jing walked out of the store in a soft silver silk robe, shaking his fan, and said something to the people outside the door. When the people clapped their hands to watch the fun heard it, they cheered and walked into the store.

"Do you still want to see?" Liu Yunlie withdrew his gaze, "Go back to Tingwei Mansion quickly, there is still something to do."

"You go back first."

Liu Yunlie was stunned. Before he could ask why, the person in front of him had already walked towards Lu Jing.

His eyes moved slightly, and Liu Yunlie didn't turn around and left. He watched him say a few words to Lu Jingxing and then entered the store. After thinking about it, he followed him.

The new store opened today, and Lu Jingxing was in a good mood. The man in front of him looked serious and squinted his eyes and smiled: "What? Where did you offend the Lord?"

There was no one next to the secluded teahouse, so Jiang Xuanjin took out the two letters and placed them directly in front of him.

The exact same "Prime Minister's Day" on the cover made Lu Jingxing smile.

He said something was wrong, and he spread his fan and blocked his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Do you want to explain?" Jiang Xuanjin asked.

"What's the point of explaining this...? Your Highness wrote two letters just in case." He said.

When he picked up the newer letter, Jiang Xuanjin sneered: "On March 27th, your highness has passed away. When did she write this letter at the end?"

"Is this important?" Lu Jingxing put down his fan and looked at him with confusion. "What do you care about? This letter is true, not fake. Even if there are two letters the same, you can get one at will..."

"This letter is let go in Mo Curie." Jiang Xuanjin said, interrupting his words, "And it's a long time."

Listening to his affirmative tone, Lu Jingxing's body tensed and his mind quickly turned.

"What's strange about this?" He made up his mind and said, "This letter was brought out from the palace by Qingsi. Isn't she in Moju now?"

Black hair? I put it in Mo Curie early in the morning, but I turned around and used Lu Jingxing's hand to send the letter to him. What is this?

Looking at Lu Jingxing with a drowsy look, Jiang Xuanjin gently buckled the table: "I hate being plotted against."

These two letters are as weird as a conspiracy.

"Who has plotted against you?" Lu Jingxing said angrily, "Don't I want to help you? You want to overturn the case for Danyang, and I also want to see that case was turned over, helping each other and benefiting each other, what are you planning?"

"Are you really just trying to help?" Jiang Xuanjin didn't believe it, "Danyang has passed away, and you are a businessman who is used to seeking profit and avoiding harm. It seems not very cost-effective to just seek one overturn."

When Lu Jingxing heard this, he sank his face.

"Jiang Xuanjin." He said coldly, "How much do you know about my relationship with Danyang?"

"Not much." Jiang Xuanjin said, "I often see you in the palace, and I know you often hang out with her."

With a sneer, Lu Jingxing put the fan on the table, looked up at him and said, "In the third year of Daxing, I was plotted against my family by the industry, and lost half of Lu Ji's country. When I was upset, I went out and met the eldest princess."

At that time, Pingling Jun was still there, and Li Huaiyu's life was not easy, and the sorrow on his face was not less than that on his face. The two of them fought in the restaurant because of the last jar of wine, and the last person sat in the alley and drank it together.
To be continued...